Blade

Chapter 50: Worth it

Sienna

After Blade said that heart-fluttering word, he carried me to my room in his arms and set me on the huge bed, ignoring my protests to be left alone.

I wasn’t allowed to step out of the room until my shoulder healed, which was complete bullshit if you ask me.

Since I was going to be stuck here, Blade, though a bit reluctant, handed my phone back to me with a frown before quickly leaving when a call came through.

I turn on the phone that hasn’t been touched in a while and wince slightly as it buzzes with a flood of notifications from social media, emails, missed calls, and voicemails.

The door swings open and Blade steps in, a laptop tucked under one arm and a stack of files clutched in his other hand. Without a word, he moves to the desk I haven’t touched in weeks, the one that’s gathered a thin layer of dust, and sets everything down before typing away with quick movements.

My attention drifts back to the phone buzzing relentlessly in my palm. I reply to a few pending emails and send a brief response to the missed voicemail before another notification flashes across the screen.

A new message. Unknown number.

I squint, my thumb hesitating above the screen before tapping it open. My stomach tightens as I read the short, chilling line.

Unknown Number: Your time’s ticking.

My pulse spikes. Who the hell is sending me death threats?

I bite down harder on my lip as another message appears from the same unknown number, ending with a winking emoji that makes my stomach twist.

Unknown number: Watch your back at all times. Life's too short ;)

My pulse spikes instantly, the words sinking in like ice water. Someone out there wants me dead.

With trembling fingers, I try to call the number, but the line goes nowhere. It doesn’t exist.

What the fuck?

"Is something wrong?" Blade’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I let out a startled sigh at the dark edge in his tone.

I take a moment to steady my nerves before forcing a tight-lipped smile that only earns a disapproving frown from him. "No. Nothing’s wrong," I lie.

"You sure about that, tesoro?" he asks, his fingers tapping lazily on the keyboard while his hard glare stays fixed on me. I nod a little too quickly, and even I can tell how unconvincing it looks. Why the hell am I lying to him?

"You know I hate lies, Sienna. You don’t want to find out what happens when I realize you’re not being truthful with me," he says, his tone dark enough to send chills down my spine. I nod again, staying silent.

"I’ll ask you once more. Is something wrong?"

I avoid his gaze and stare at the phone in my hand, debating whether to tell him the truth or not. It’s not a big deal, right? For all we know, the person might’ve sent it by mistake, and if it really does involve me, I can handle it on my own.